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Tobey's Story
No doubt about it, if you want to do well on the Wrestling Team, you've gotta
have some weight - as I found out in my Sophomore year in high school. A couple
of my friends were going out for the team and they talked me into going along
with them for the tryouts. After an hour or so, I realized that my 145 pounds
weren't going to cut it - and so did the coach. My only consolation was that of
my four friends, two of them didn't make the cut either.
But wrestling seemed like kind of a wicked sport so I figured that I'd try to
pack on a few pounds and then try out for the team again in my Junior year. So
for the rest of my Sophomore year, I ate as much as I could, as often as I
could. That was especially easy during the holidays when my family was always
having friends over for a huge feast, or when we were going to a relative's
house, or to a buffet dinner party. By February I had gained ten pounds and my
28" waist had grown to 30".
I kept on "chowing down" through the rest of the winter, and through the spring
into the summer. By the time the school year ended, I had my weight up to 165"
and I had to trade my 30" waist jeans in for a 34" waist. The only thing that
bothered me a little was that I had assumed that the weight would be distributed
fairly evenly over my body but it seemed to be accumulating mostly in my belly.
Now I didn't have a big beer gut or anything, but the weight gain was
noticeable.
I guess my efforts weren't enough for I didn't make the Wrestling Team in my
Junior year either. But the coach encouraged me to keep working at it and I
stood a better chance in my Senior year. Actually, he didn't really have to
encourage me all that much as I had really gotten to like stuffing myself at the
dinner table. Once I had gotten to the point where I felt that if I had one more
mouthful that I'd puke, and I could sit back and feel my bloated gut, it felt
kinda good. So I kept on packing in the food.
I did have to get some bigger shirts though - the ones that I had been wearing
were getting too tight across my stomach so I got some much larger ones. I
wasn't really embarrassed by the size of my stomach but I didn't want to call
attention to it and I found that if I didn't tuck my shirts into my jeans, but
just let them hang, that the size of my stomach was less obvious.
By the end of my Junior year, my weight was up to 185 pounds. This didn't bother
me but I was having trouble keeping my jeans up now. I've seen other guys that
put on weight but their bellies kind of hung down, sort of - while mine stuck
out more. I tried wearing jeans with a 40" waist but the problem was that I
couldn't keep my belt up. I'd have everything "arranged" and then when I would
move around a little the front of my jeans would slip down under my belly. So
what I ended up doing was going back to a 38" waist, and wearing my jeans really
low on my hips so that my gut could stick out over my belt. But my loose and
floppy shirts kept everything pretty well covered up.
I took a little ribbing at the swimming pool that summer the first couple of
days that I walked into the pool area with my huge gut swaying in front of me.
One of my friends started introducing me to some of the new kinds as: "Tobey, my
pregnant friend." Yeah, thanks a lot you asshole. But by the end of the first
week everybody was kewl about it and quit ribbing me.
Funny thing, I don't know when it happened, but towards the end of the summer I
realized that my navel looked different. It had been, like, a regular navel but
now I realized that it had turned into an "outie" and projected out from my
belly by an inch or so. It didn't hurt or anything, and since it was kinda hard
to see because it was down on the underside of my belly, I hadn't noticed the
change before.
I had always liked to sleep on my stomach but that summer I found that it was
more comfortable to sleep on my side. If I tried to sleep on my stomach it was
like lying on a beach ball with my ass up in the air. I could sleep on my back
but then the weight of my belly pressing down on me made it a little harder to
breathe, so I switched over to sleeping on my side, with my arms cradling my
large, soft gut.
The first couple of weeks of my Senior year weren't all that great. Even the
loose clothing that I was wearing couldn't hide the size of my stomach these
days and I was taking a lot of kidding from the new kids. A lot of the problem
was that I didn't have the traditional "beer gut" that kind of hung down over
your belt. There were several guys at school that had these but they didn't take
anywhere near the ribbing that I did. My problem was that my belly stuck out in
front of me - by a good 9 inches now. And in fact, it looked more like the belly
of a pregnant girl than that of an overweight guy.
Like I don't mean that I was beginning to look feminine or anything, but the
size and shape of my belly definitely were not normal. For awhile I thought
about maybe cutting back on my eating, or maybe even going on a diet. I had
tried jogging as an exercise but found it unpleasant, and even painful, to
feel my huge belly bouncing up and down. But as I thought about it, I
realized that the stares and comments from my friends really didn't bother me
that much - well, they did a little. I realized however that I had come to
like the feel of all that weight on my lower abdomen. I liked the way it felt
when I sat in a chair and its warm soft bulk rested on my upper legs. And it
felt neat when I walked up to a candy machine or a drinking fountain and my
belly got there before the rest of me so that I had to reach over and around
it to reach the controls.
There were a couple of problems that I had to work around my Senior year,
though. When I went to the Boy's Restroom I could no longer use the urinals.
The increasing size of my belly meant that it would be pushing into the filthy
wall-mounted urinals before I could get close enough to pee - so I ended up
using the stalls all the time so I could sit down. The other problem was that I
noticed some funny marks on the skin of my belly. I checked some medical sites
on the Internet and realized that they were stretch marks on my skin from my
rapid weight gain. I learned that rubbing cocoa butter on my belly in the
morning and evening softened my skin and made the stretch marks much less
visible. I didn't mind doing this as the feeling of massaging my huge, warm and
soft gut was really a turn-on. And quite often I'd stop part way through the
process and jerk off.
I was in a chat room on the Internet last night and I was describing my weight
gain and some of the other participants started ragging on me, telling me that
guys couldn't gain weight like that, and asking me why I was lying, and accusing
me of having a "pregnancy fantasy", and on and on. So I grabbed my digital
camera and set it on a tripod, set the self timer, stood in front of the camera
and pulled up the sweatshirt and T-shirt that I was wearing to expose my huge
belly sagging over my sweatpants as the camera snapped the picture. I posted it
to the chat room and everybody immediately quit accusing me of faking it. I'll
attach it so you can see it too (Tobey.JPG). Isn't my tummy cute?
Wearing jeans was getting to be a real problem by that Christmas as the size of
my belly forced them way down and they kept slipping down my legs. As I walked
along I had to keep one hand under my shirt to hold my pants up. But for
Christmas my folks got me some really nice clothes. Most of them were like
sweatpants and sweatshirts and they were cut very full in the front. So the tops
could accommodate my belly which now poked out about 12 inches from my body. And
the sweatpants were cut very full and high so that I could even pull the top up
over my belly. This was great as I didn't have to worry about them falling down
any more. When I checked the labels I found that they were from a company called
"Maternity Market" and I realized that I was wearing maternity clothing now
instead of boy's clothing. It kinda creeped me out for awhile but the new sweats
felt so comfortable that I started wearing them all the time.
Well, not all the time. Because I had also received a couple of "jumpers" as
presents. I didn't know what a "jumper" was when I first unwrapped it but found
that it's like a long dress that's held up by straps over your shoulders and
hangs almost all the way to the floor. The jumpers are really loose and
comfortable and when I'm not going out of the house, I'll usually wear them. I
was curled up on the couch in the family room last night, wearing my navy blue
jumper and watching TV, and I realized that I was gently stroking the bulk of my
huge belly through the jumper - and smiling.
I decided to skip high school graduation in the Spring. My weight is now close
to 230 pounds and mobility is getting to be a little hard at times. Well, it's
not like I can't move around, but when I get up from a chair I have to use my
arms to lift my body out of the chair. And because of the size of my belly I've
developed a real "waddle" when I walk. I went to the mall with some of my
buddies last week to watch a movie and I was having trouble keeping up with
them. They were charging through the crowds and I was waddling along behind
them, trying to steady my belly with my hands in an attempt to stop it's swaying
from side to side which threatened to unbalance me and cause me to fall. After
that I decided that it would be easier just to get my diploma in the mail.
Plus, there's one other problem - I have to pee all the time. Like, I think the
weight of my gut is pressing on something so that I can't go very long between
trips to the bathroom. I don't pee very much at any one time but it seems like
I can't hold it for very long. So these days I'm spending most of my time
around the house, helping as much as I can with the housework, helping out in
the kitchen (I've become a pretty good cook) and spending most of the
afternoons curled up on the couch watching soap operas on TV. It doesn't bother
me because it feels to good to just lie there on the couch, with my huge belly
supported on the cushions in front of me, as I gently caress it with my hands.
Now I know why women like to get pregnant - it feels sooo good! My tummy now
sticks out about 18 inches and sort of wraps around on my sides. It's become so
big that I really can't reach around it any more to get to my "equipment" in my
crotch. But I've found that just playing with my tummy can bring on an erection
and then make me come.
I heard my Dad mutter something like: "barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen"
to my Mom the other day when he thought that I was out of earshot last night. I
thought about it and it got me so turned on that I waddled out to the kitchen
and baked up about two dozen chocolate chip cookies to have as a bedtime snack
with a gallon of milk!
So for the six months following my high school graduation (which I didn't
attend) I pretty much just hung around the house, relaxing, stuffing myself with
food, and reveling on the increasing size of my belly. By that Christmas I no
longer left the house as even maternity clothes would no longer fit me. Because
of the size of my tummy, it was difficult to get my arms out to measure it but I
think that it projected about two feet from my body. TWO FUCKING FEET !!!!! This
was so great. Most of the time I'd just lay in bed, covered with a sheet and
watch TV. Occasionally, with Mom and Dad helping me I'd make it out to the
family room and sprawl on the couch. The other thing I noticed was that as my
gut got larger, it didn't sag down, like toward my knees, but started to move
out higher on my chest. Like, initially it started to bulge outward at the
bottom of my rib cage, now it starts several inches above my nipples. So there I
am, with this enormous tummy, with my two small nipples sitting on the top of it
like cherries on a sundae.
By the following spring, the increasing size and weight of my belly had robbed
me of the ability to move around by myself. After a couple of bad falls when I
was trying to make it to the bathroom, my parents arranged for two health care
aides to spend several hours with me in the morning and again in the evening. So
they'll come in around 7:00am, clean me up and get me ready for the day. After
they leave, I'll spend the day in my bed, covered only with a sheet, watching
TV, napping occasionally, and constantly snacking on food. I have no idea how
much I weigh these days but my belly now starts at the base of my throat and I'm
guessing that it sticks out maybe three or four feet. Except that it doesn't
stick out because I can only lie on either my right or left side now. So it lays
on the bed in front of me, quivering and rolling around a little as I caress the
parts of it I can reach with my hands. Ohh, this feels so good!
I asked one of my health care aides how much I weighed this morning and she
replied that she wasn't sure but that she'd guess that I was over five hundred
pounds now! The downside is that since I'm confined to my bed, I can no longer
make it to the bathroom, so part of my evening routine with the aides is a
sponge bath. I think they know how good it feels when they wash my belly with
the warm soapy water as they spend a long time on that part of my body. I guess
I didn't mention it before but I'm wearing diapers these days so they put a
fresh diaper on me in the morning, and then in the evening clean me up and put
another fresh diaper on me to carry me through the night. Could life be better?
Tobey
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